as I was saying...

The first snow of winter has finally appeared. It isn’t much and won’t last long but it was wonderful to wake up to my world, all of its blemishes and imperfections covered in a blanket of white. How lovely it looks.

Okay, I just took down the Christmas tree… I know, I know, but I only got it put up on Christmas Eve and I wanted to enjoy it a bit longer. Anyway, in doing so, I managed to jam a sliver into my fingertip which was extremely painful. Luckily, in the process of fixing dinner I accidentally splashed hot grease on said fingertip and the pain of that completely obliterated the pain of the sliver! Now, I have to go finish dinner which will involve using a knife and, if history is any indication, the pain of the hot grease burn will soon be forgotten in the process of slicing my fingertip. Sadly, in the injury department, things never seem to get any better. Dinner, however will be delicious.

There is supposed to be more snow overnight. I think I will take time to play in it tomorrow morning before I leave for work. That would be a perfect beginning for the new week as I now will be working ten hour days now that tax season is here once more. Have a spectacular evening!

I watched a documentary over the holidays called, Fat Sick & Nearly Dead. It was about an Australian man that was obese, exhausted and had a rare auto-immunune disease that made his life miserable. He decides to go on an organic juice fast which works so wonderfully for him that he travels across the US with his juicer and spreads the word to whoever he meets along the way. His huge weight loss and renewed health is amazing as well as a wonderful segment about a depressed, morbidly obese truck driver who happened to share the same auto-immune problem. He was well on his way to an early demise and his transformation is inspiring and heartwarming.
So, I dragged out a juicer that I own but had never used, bought a bunch of organic fruits and vegetables and made an amazing juice out of kale, celery, spinach, tomato, pea pods, beets, green apple and ginger. I loved it and my daughter loved it. I didn’t intend on doing the juice fast, I just thought if I incorporated it into my daily diet and ate more healthily that it would make me feel better and it really has.
My husband was away on a trip so when he got back, I made him the juice. I warned him that it has a de-toxifying effect in the beginning which is the point of doing it. He took a sip and announced that it tasted horrible but he still finally drank it. ( It actually tastes wonderful by the way) Then he claimed it was making him sick and caused him to have to go to the bathroom constantly and how was he ever going to be able to work that day. What was I trying to do to him and never, ever give him that juice again! All day at work I had to imagine his wrath at this dastardly concoction I had inflicted on him. What I had imagined was a loving concern for his health was, in his eyes, attempted homicide.
Then, that evening when I got home from work… he tells me how good it finally made him feel and how much more energy he had and would I make him another glass of that wonderful juice leaving me torn between prolonging his life or ending it prematurely… the way he is mine!
Ah well, have a healthy and spectacular day!

M
ay we just establish once and for all that I should not have been born a girl? As far as I know, girls can do hair. Not only can I not do hair, God in his infinite wisdom and warped sense of humor, gave me three daughters. I apologize to this day for the school pictures and am happy that they all miraculously grew up with the ability to fix their own hair beautifully.

Today, I attempted a simple hair spray procedure on my own hair. Getting to this point involved washing and blow-drying my hair. I style my naturally wavy hair by leaning over and blowing it straight up towards the top of my head. Then I quickly stand up, let the nearly dry wisps settle and frantically spray them into place on their way down in the hopes that I can sort of crumple them and they will dry in a stylish fashion. Sometimes it works. So, I closed my eyes and sprayed all over. I managed to completely miss my head but my arm hair, that’s not moving anytime soon. The bathroom mirror has a solid misting also. The back of my hand is thoroughly sprayed. I truly believe that the only thing that totally missed the hairspray attempt… was my hair. I rest my case.

It is a balmy 25 degrees at my house today so another good day to stay in a finish my baking. I’ll make my baked gift deliveries this afternoon and hopefully tonight, finally get my tree up. It’s starting to feel a lot like Christmas.
Have a spectacular day!

L
ast night I went back to my roots and indulged in a huge blonde moment. I set a pot of left-over spaghetti on the burner for dinner and heated it up. When it was nicely hot, I turned off the burner and went downstairs to the computer and (as always),became engrossed in a project. After awhile I began to notice a smell, like someone was smoking. I thought maybe it was my husband outside the window and didn’t think much more about it for awhile. It got more intense and I realized that A: my husband wasn’t even home yet and B: OH MY GOSH, THE SPAGHETTI!
Upon racing upstairs I was greeted by smoke and a completely burned dinner. Had to open up the whole house, never mind that it was freezing cold, and try to air it out. Filled the pot with water, covered it and haven’t been brave enough to look at the damage yet. I have a built in microwave/range hood combo so I had turned the fan on there too. When I tried to turn it off… it wouldn’t shut down. Then the microwave eerily turned itself on and that wouldn’t shut down either until I pulled the plug.
Now I had a smoke-filled house, an incinerated dinner, a broken microwave, a freezing house, a hungry husband and a partridge in a pear tree. (I wish! That could have been dinner.)

That was last night. So today seemed like a good day to be peevish. it began when I opened up my email account.
I am sick and tired of spam email. No matter how many addresses and domains I block there are a million more that they can use to send me important info about items I have absolutely no interest in. I don’t have the necessary equipment to use Viagra and it would be nice if they could even spell impotence correctly. I don’t need prescription drugs form Canada, knock off Rolexes, hair restoration or invitations to cheat on my husband (or wife, gender does not seem to be an issue with these emails).

This brings my attention to television commercials. I have several that I dislike so much that the odds of me ever buying the product are nil. For instance, Virgin mobile commercials. The one with the woman’s long red armpit hair flowing in the wind is vomit inducing. “Do you think this is wrong?” the commercial asks. YES. It is SO wrong. I’ll stick with Verizon. Can you hear me now?
The Merci chocolate commercial. Nauseatingly horrible tune and lyrics and they don’t even pronounce Merci properly.
Kit Kat crunch crunch crunch commercial. Annoying to the hilt.
Jell-O Pudding Face… don’t even get me started.

On a brighter note, Christmas is almost here, I am going to a Messiah sing-a-long tonight with my friend and I am now on my way upstairs to make fudge and apricot bread.

Have a spectacular day!